I know what life is like losing a loved one for a long period of time. In the year of 2007 my mother got herself into trouble. She was sent to jail for four years. I was only seven years old so I didn’t know what exactly was going on. I was stuck in a lost and heart-broken state. Before the police took her away I hugged her as long and as tight as I could because I truly didn’t know when I was going to see my mother again.
Those four years were the most difficult years I have ever experienced so far which isn’t a surprise. Things were starting to change but I couldn’t tell if it was for the better or worse. It wasn’t until towards the end of the first year that my father told me I was starting to become more independent. Overtime throughout the years it seemed day after day my dad only fell into a sadder and depressed state. After seeing my dad like that I started to help my dad with anything I could even if it was as simple as washing dishes.
After two long years without seeing my mother I got a call on January 5th, 2009. It was my mom. She had called me to tell me that the judge finally gave her the option to allow family to come visit and that was more than enough to make my day. She was in a jail in Pomona so it was a long drive to see her but anything for my mother. Once we arrived and I had finally seen my mother it made me very sad because it was more than obvious she had changed. After seeing that I realized that jail can take a toll on someone and that was a place I never wanted to end up in.
As the third year finally came to an end after countless nights of sleeping with a pit in me that was once full with the love of my mother. In my head I thought to myself ,”Only one more year and it will all go back to the way it was “. Out of all my siblings (5 of us total) I was the only one who would frequently write letters to her without my father asking me to. When she was released she sincerely thanked me for that because she said that was one of the very few things that kept her going. Every time I started to miss my mother I would re-read her most recent letter she wrote.
January 20th, 2012 was the date my mother was released with informal probation. Things started to piece themselves together and life started to become more enjoyable. I started turning negatives into positives, my grades were better than ever, and my father was more relieved than I have seen him in years. Even with my mother back I was still very independent. After that eventful and unsatisfying experience I know what its like losing a loved one for a long period of time and I try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Those four years were the most difficult years I have ever experienced so far which isn’t a surprise. Things were starting to change but I couldn’t tell if it was for the better or worse. It wasn’t until towards the end of the first year that my father told me I was starting to become more independent. Overtime throughout the years it seemed day after day my dad only fell into a sadder and depressed state. After seeing my dad like that I started to help my dad with anything I could even if it was as simple as washing dishes.
After two long years without seeing my mother I got a call on January 5th, 2009. It was my mom. She had called me to tell me that the judge finally gave her the option to allow family to come visit and that was more than enough to make my day. She was in a jail in Pomona so it was a long drive to see her but anything for my mother. Once we arrived and I had finally seen my mother it made me very sad because it was more than obvious she had changed. After seeing that I realized that jail can take a toll on someone and that was a place I never wanted to end up in.
As the third year finally came to an end after countless nights of sleeping with a pit in me that was once full with the love of my mother. In my head I thought to myself ,”Only one more year and it will all go back to the way it was “. Out of all my siblings (5 of us total) I was the only one who would frequently write letters to her without my father asking me to. When she was released she sincerely thanked me for that because she said that was one of the very few things that kept her going. Every time I started to miss my mother I would re-read her most recent letter she wrote.
January 20th, 2012 was the date my mother was released with informal probation. Things started to piece themselves together and life started to become more enjoyable. I started turning negatives into positives, my grades were better than ever, and my father was more relieved than I have seen him in years. Even with my mother back I was still very independent. After that eventful and unsatisfying experience I know what its like losing a loved one for a long period of time and I try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.